With Wind we sail across crimson skies.
The Stars fall down like diamonds,
a descent that lights up the night,
cradled in our love, so fond.
The Moon, bright eyed and mystique
his polished face, gazes over, a small peek.
The Earth below our feet, a haze,
that separate place, beloved always,
the Wind sails us by all night.
The silver Starlight sets the night afire.
It bathed our bodies in pure white light,
exposed our love with jealous desire.
Yet, we sail toward a utopia, complete
cradled in our love, a blissful treat.